This is a song about "Getting away with murder"

So pretentious with no potential

Getting in touch with my mental.

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team

I murder every beat with a rap, the ink i jot kills

But she ain't really tripping, she's on beverly hills

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

I'm assured the victim's dead with murder expertise,

And you look away with disgust

Attention is a must

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

When somebody charged with murder they claim they're insane